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My halting Muse, that dragg’st by… Thy slow, slow step, in melancholy… And lik’st that pace expressive of… Not less than Diopeia’s sprightli… When in the dance she beats with m…
A Spartan, his companion slain, Alone from battle fled; His mother, kindling with disdain That she had borne him, struck him… For courage, and not birth alone,
The Birds put off their every hue… To dress a room for Montagu. The peacock sends his heavenly dye… His rainbows and his starry eyes; The pheasant plumes, which round e…
The rose had been washed, just was… Which Mary to Anna conveyed; The plentiful moisture encumbered… And weighed down its beautiful hea… The cup was all filled, and the le…
Far happier are the dead, methinks… Who look for death, and fear it ev…
Lady! It cannot be, but that thin… Must be my sun, such radiance they… And strike me ev’n as Phoebus him… Through torrid Libya’s sandy dese… Meantime, on that side steamy vapo…
‘Oh most delightful hour by man Experienced here below, The hour that terminates his span, His folly and his woe! ’Worlds should not bribe me back t…
My heart is easy, and my burden li… I smile, though sad, when thou art… The more my woes in secret I depl… I taste thy goodness, and I love… There, while a solemn stillness re…
Mercator, vigiles oculos ut faller… Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit… Lenè sonat liquidumque meis Euph… Sed solam exoptant te, mea vota,… Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphe…
Ye Nymphs, if e’er your eyes were… With tears o’er hapless favourites… Oh, share Maria’s grief! Her favourite, even in his cage, (What will not hunger’s cruel rage…
My mother! if thou love me, name n… My noble birth! Sounding at every… My noble birth, thou kill’st me.… As to their only refuge, all from… Nature withholds all good besides;…
Round Thurlow’s head in early you… And in his sportive days, Fair science poured the light of t… And genius shed his rays. See! with united wonder, cried
As yet a stranger to the gentle fi… That Amathusia’s smiling Queen in… Not seldom I derided Cupid’s dart… And scorn’d his claim to rule all… Go, child, I said, transfix the t…
Hark my soul! it is the Lord; ’Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks and speaks to thee, ‘Say poor sinner, lovst thou me? ’I deliver’d thee when bound,
And dwells there in a female heart… By bounteous heaven design’d The choicest raptures to impact, To feel the most refined; Dwells there a wish in such a brea…